October 9, 2013

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Naomi

“Come and lie down, the floor is actually really comfy.”

The carpet is blue and speckled and IS surprisingly comfy, I think, as I lay my head on Erica’s* shoulder and rest my eyes. The volume of the music playing in the apartment rises and falls with every swing of the kitchen door. Two people we’ve never met before tonight lie down on the floor with us. Erica is my little bit of comfort in the dark world of London, and I am always glad she is near when I’m pretending to feel grown-up.

“Naomi, you are so fabulous.”

“Thank you, Jay.”

Jay, my main dancing partner for the impromptu party in our kitchen, scoots around us in his tie-dye T-shirt. We borrow my friend Angelface’s boombox, truly a sight to behold—it’s cylinder shaped, black and red, and is without a doubt the best sound system on the block from an aesthetic point of view. I suspect Angelface is the one who gave me the cold I wake up with on Sunday, probably from time spent in his room singing Smiths songs while he played guitar.

I get really hot so I tie my hair back, open the windows as wide as they will go, take my tights off, and throw them at someone’s head. Just when I think I am finished for the night, I put on “Wuthering Heights” and perform my party trick of knowing Kate Bush’s dance by heart.

Colds make me emotional. In the evening I talk to my friend on the phone under my duvet. I think I need to write down all the advice she gives me and read it again and again. I miss my best friend from home. ♦

”Wuthering Heights” is my favorite song of all time, besides like every old song of the Rolling Stones. It’s like this magical experience.
P.S.. This has been on my mind for a while- are you guys looking for any new diarists? I’m not looking to push anyone out ( i love all of them!) but would you be looking for anyone to join? Thanks! I just REALLY love journaling!!!

This is exactly how I feel right now and I don’t know what to do about it. Normally I’m a clean freak and my bedroom is spotless but recently everything has been piling up and I have no energy to do anything about it. I go home and lay on my floor (the part I can see under everything) and just wait for night to come so I can sleep and then wake up and do nothing all over again. It’s a bottomless pit and I just want to stop falling.

I am surviving high school this week solely because I can’t stop thinking about Sunday. Like I am floating on a cloud composed of girl power and cute outfits and I never want to come off. Pushing through the mediocrity and pointlessness that is high school is tough but my cloud of awesomeness is helpin’ me trudge through. I just hope these positive Rookie vibes carry me through college applications and financial aid seminars and scholarship deadlines and other senior year-ish things.

Everything I experienced and felt on Saturday and Sunday are like a godsend, carrying me through all the shitty shitty stuff going on in my life right now, starting with Monday with the passing of my grandfather. Thank you Rookie for providing such a wonderful beautiful gift to girlkind

Britney, that was such an uplifting entry, I’m so glad you are happy and I hope it stays that way! Chris, I wish I could offer you some sort of advice, but all I can say is that I think I know the feeling. The numbness comes over me at the least expected of times, and usually passes… and then there are times when I’m super sensitive to everything, to the point where I can’t handle it. I just try to cherish both, and know that they pass. Good vibes to all of you :)